Lucky me, up at two journals this month. Check out Zygote in My Coffee which kindly accepted “Circular Arguments” by yours truly. Also, this issue they have made me their ‘poem of the week’ with another little ditty I wrote called “Mark John”.
You know, sometimes I don’t even understand the things I write.
I don’t have the feeling I have been here before but
I have been land before. Cactus spine,
my seeing eyes,
a craggy of rock, my ear.
To hear that melancholy wind blow
as a ship yet unseen. Oh water,
even you remember being here,
of being desert. You mourn and wail
when the clouds are low
wanting to excavate the fish bones
that lime the soil with pernicious hope
of another salty Gomorrah. Lines of nets
roam the shored banks of highway,
droning a lullaby of nothing and nothing then
shock-jumped into the metal end of mortality.
While travelling through Nevada
it is easy to forget my cactus spine,
my craggy rock, to be caught by the lighted lure,
to ignore the lyre of a ship still unseen.
I have been you before.
The only good poems are short ones, or possibly the only ones I care to read.
